tragic and beautiful, without really meaning to be…and that’s the only true source of tragedy or beauty..
i don’t know what i’m thinking i don’t know where i’m going but i know that just as long as i keep moving i’ll be there
it’s that time of the day,
or that time of the year
it’s the quality of the sunlight filtering through the air
hah. just kidding.
What’s in my head today? Definitely not the whirling dervish of activity as usual…. Something along the lines…
…of this episode of Seinfeld…. which I happened to watch last night — and am so stupid that I didn’t make the connection til now….
Things flow smoothly onto each other, taking with them memories of themselves, taking themselves down into the deeper parts of history. Things take their time, being things, and not defined well-enough to be in much of a hurry. I have seen them….
Like I can even begin to describe what it’s like…having…been…asleep…
I nearly lost control of my car on the way into work today. On NPR, a story about the miners trapped in that mine (of all places for miners to be trapped, eh?)
First of all, as I predicted, they’ve gotten a movie deal. Disney’s bought the rights to make a movie about them (hopefully animated, with talking chipmunks and cave trolls) a deal which is going to make each of the 9 men $150k. The story has all the earmarkings of a great drama, and hell, these guys ain’t ever gonna go down underground again (I wouldn’t…) so you gotta be happy for them in that regard.
But then George Bush comes on. He praises them, their courage, the courage of the folks who lead the rescue effort…. And then this is when I nearly crashed (I’m paraphrasing here…):
“It is that sort of teamwork that is going to help our nation get past the obstacles that we face….is going to give us the tools we need to hunt down every terrorist out there….”
This is me, laughing my damn fool head off. Holy shit! He can turn ANYTHING into a terrorist hunt pledge drive. I understand where he’s coming from but it seems real desperate. Figure that the terrorist hunt has largely fallen out of the public eye. The main actions in Afghanistan are long over — the US people are focused on mass violence in Israel and who’s left on Making an American Idol…or whatever…. It’s a pathetic cry of “Remember what I’m doing here? I’m protecting the American people!” I know it might not be true, but I like to think that some of our recent presidents (even this one’s father) wouldn’t have made the ridiculous leap from rescuing 9 trapped miners to hunting Bin Laden…
I can just imagine the number of quizzical looks, confused faces around the room when he said that — “Did he say hunt down terrorists?” “Are we going to have to go dig them out of flooded mines?”
Of course, he didn’t stop there. He went on to praise God. (Again, a paraphrase:)
“Everyone was praying for these men to an Almighty God and thank God, our prayers were answered.”
I…eh….feh.
I am overusing adjectives lately. The past few days, I’ve used the word “certainly” far too many times. How am I all of a sudden so certain about things? Look back a couple weeks in here and you can see that I was anything but certain. Now I’m sure of everything? What gives, Mister Magoo?
Shit rolls downhill….but that shit just slides right off me.
Nice try, motherfuckers. You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man. That’s right — the ginger-fucking-bread-man. And I’ll say it again. Twice. Some other time. Watch me….
Everything’s back in business — all the music is smacked into the right place. So I’ve got the groovie doovie doo. Way to go! Poog!
Dear Diary,
Go to hell.
Love, Adam
Who knows? I’m fine.
(No — you’re completely exhausted. You’re in no shape to talk about certain amazing things that you shouldn’t even talk about….)
[realizing that this, as outlet, is somewhat confining — if my journal is to be a ridiculously self-censored exercise, it’s more futile than you could imagine…]
Honest to god, and I don’t mean to brag, but I’m just about the best thing that could happen to you.
No, no. I’m just kidding.
(no, i’m not)